in a 90s kind of world, im glad i got my girls

Sometimes, there are days in the CU with almost no street style to speak of. It could be fate, it could be weather conditions, it could be spending 2 hours sitting through a lecture about diversity in room full of blue and orange blooded paraprofessionals instead of spending quality time on the streets, searching for style. You know that somewhere on campus there is an international student from Japan in complicated-looking raw denim and sequined earmuffs, but you just don't know where to find her. It is on these dark days that you have to bite the bullet and turn lovingly to your darling co-blogger, whose neogrunge look makes it all OK.